Friday, July 31, 2009

Birthday Trip to Toadstool Park

I jumped at the chance to go a day early since the forecast was for cooler weather.

We packed a picnic lunch, a few of the dogs, and we were off.

Life is good when you have food and dogs.

I fully expected to have the whole place to ourselves

but that wasn't the case at all.

In fact, there was a steady stream of visitors the entire time we were there.

We chose the picnic table next to the soddy so that

we could take pictures to use for teaching Nebraska history.

After we ate, I decided to take the self-guided hike.

Since Mardell broke her kneecap and couldn't hike,

I made a virtual tour possible via pictures.

Of course, I do have to admit that I had to use her camera.

I snapped my first picture and my battery symbol began flashing red.

No problem. I smugly dug out my battery that I had just taken from my charger.

I turned on the camera and once again got the red flashing symbol.

It seems that I have once again completely depleted my rechargeable batteries.

With that said, I snapped a leash on one of our trusty companions and set off.

This was going to be a breeze.

Nice, wide trail.

Cool weather.

Beautiful views.

To one side, we saw this.

Then, on the other side, was a windmill.

There were nine stations and the narrative with

each comes directly from the hiking brochure.

Station One

Why is it called Toadstool?

The first visitors here in the late 1800's must have felt they were travelling through a land of giant mushrooms. They fancifully labled the jumble of sandstone slabs resting upon their clay pillars, toadstools. The name stuck.

Toadstools are created by the forces of wind and water, eroding the soft clay faster than the hard sandstone rock that caps it. Erosion eventually collapses the giant toadstools while new ones are forming.

Station Two

Travel Over Gravel

Volcanoes to the west periodically blanketed this area with ash. Water from rain and snow dissolved the ash and seeped into cracks in the clay, where it crystallized. The width of the cracks is the thickness of the gravel pieces. As clay eroded, the hardened minerals and bone fragments of long dead animals became exposed.

Notice the dark, jagged gravel beneath your feet. This desert pavement is a coarse mixture of silicone dioxide (the same compound as glass) and fossil bone fragments.

Station Three

Pocks in the Rocks?

No, they're tracks! Tracks are distinguished from other depressions in the rock because they do not occur randomly. These were made by animals living about thirty million years ago. The toes point in the direction of travel. The size and depth of the tracks indicate the size and weight of the animal that made them.

Station Four

Water's Cutting Edge

Over time rushing water has cut away the underside of this cliff. When the bank is undercut enough, the weight of the overhead mass breaks off in large chunks, crashing into the streambed and diverting the stream flows. These badlands erode away at an average of an inch per yer. How much change has occurred since you were born?

Then I realize that station five is on top of the rock behind these interesting formations.

So much for level. Now it's up, up, up on a narrow path.

Jumbles of sandstone form interesting arrangements.

Finally I reach the top

and the view was spectacular.

Then it was on to Station Six.

Station Six

Cliff Clues

As the rock cliff is undercut by erosion, overhanging rocks break off.

We headed to the next set of rocks for station seven.

Station Seven

Prehistoric Pictures

By now you've noticed two kinds of rock: a light buff-colored claystone and a darker sandstone. The claystone is softer than sandstone. The sandstone was formed as a sandbar in the river that flowed 30 million years ago.

The pamphlet then states that area eight requires scrambling up the rocks and a steep walk back to the trail.

By this time, I couldn't omit one station --- so up we went.

Station Eight

Rhinos' Right-of-Way

This trackway, extending nearly 3/4 of a mile, documents one of the longest record of prehistoric mammals in North America 30 million years ago. Even though the footprints are not clear, the patterned imprints tell a story of prehistoric migration.

Research on the trackway indicates: the tracks paralleling the streambed belong to two species of rhinoceros that used the stream as a path. A smaller rhinoceros crossed the stream after the larger rhinocros had passed. Splash marks on the rocks indicate the rhinoceros sped from walking to running through sloppy mud, heading downstream.

Following on the heels of the rhinoceros were entelodonts, or giant wild pigs. Their presence is captured in the even-toed tracks. Typical of scavengers, these pigs trailed migrating herds, keeping food within reach.

What goes up, must come down.

We followed the path depicted in white.

It's really not as narrow as it looks.

Okay, so it really is.

The view was incredible.

Station Nine

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Then it was back down to where Mardell was waiting.

From there we drove over to the Hudson Meng Bisonbed, but it required a hike to the actual bed and I wouldn't let Mardell try it. Next time perhaps, after her knee is more stable.

We stopped at High Plains Homestead and got root beer floats and then took a leisurely drive back into Crawford where we made the find of the day:

Pine Needles Quilts!

We had no clue there was a quilt shop in Crawford, so we were quite excited.

If you're ever in the Crawford area, be sure to check out Toadstool National Park.

What a fun day! Happy Birthday Mardell. The weather has been perfect for hiking and exploring. By the end of next week the temps are supposed to be 100 degrees. That should let us finish wheat harvest, get the corn growing and die at the fair grounds.

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About Trudy

I am the oldest of the trio and I live on a small acreage not too far from my middle sister. I enjoy playing backyard farmer in the summer months when I'm not teaching. I am in a war with weeds and I hate to admit that the weeds are winning.

I've held a variety of jobs, but none so interesting as Sister Three's. I've driven an ice cream truck, sold Christmas tree ornaments, run four elementary media centers, made doughnuts and tacos, and now that I've grown up, I've settled on molding young minds.

I love to read, but I read mostly children's literature. It's fun to go to garage sales and find more children's books to add to my already substantial classroom collection.

I also like to garden. I love to plan trips that I'll never take because I can't stand to be away from home. The planning is the fun part.

I'm now hooked on Facebook, but it has been interesting running across old acquaintances.

I don't watch a lot of television, but I'm hooked on Grey's Anatomy and Desperate Housewives. Don't bother even trying to get a hold of me during these times .... unless it is blizzarding and you're calling off school!

I am learning how to quilt which has surprised everyone that knows me. I was probably the least likely person to do so. I love it though. It is the one activity in which I can completely turn off my head and not think about things.

I like to cook (especially green bean casseroles) during the summer months, but I don't seem to make the time during the school year.

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About Katie

I'm officially sister number 2 of the bunch.

I'm a 40 something mother of two girls and one boy- Krista, Dani and Trey. I've been married to my farmer husband Keith for 17 plus great years. I'm not sure where the time goes. Even though the girls are getting older, we aren't. Strange how that happens.

We live on a farm and ranch in Western Nebraska. It is a full time job for the family as well. We are always pitching in to help work cattle, weigh trucks or wash tanks. The girls really like scrubbing tanks, especially when it's cold outside. But agriculture is a good way of life.

I work full time in town a 2o mile drive from the ranch. Both girls love to play sports and and are active in our local 4-H program. Our family is a big supporter of our 4H program. That is probally our one (and only) hobby. The girls show lambs and calves for their livestock projects. That takes up much of our time and now a new little brother keeps us busy.

About Nicki

Being the youngest of the trio and co-leader of my own gang, I’m caught between two worlds: the baby I’ve always been and the emerging adult that’s trying to bust out.

Running after a gaggle of toddlers, (ok, there’s only two, but it feels like a herd when we’re loading into our Civic) I’m baffled by how I ended up here. Not the birds and bees part, just the part where I’m supposed to know how to mold two young minds, when I just figured out how to cut my own meat. Actually, I don’t even cut my own meat. I became a vegetarian instead. But I cut my own tofu.

I live in California with my awesome fish-farming husband Andrew and our two amazing and overly-photographed children Isabella (3) and Anderson (1).

Before becoming a stay-at-home mom I tried my hand at a few jobs: music therapist, writer, hot air balloon chaser, waitress, telemarketer, librarian, piano teacher, maid, telegram singer, and underwear salesperson. All handy skills for a mom.

Now, when I’m not daydreaming about running away to Paris, I like going to the beach with the fam or taking pictures. (My Nebraska roots sneak up on me though. I’m always snapping shots of tractors and chickens and green bean casseroles.)